In case you haven't heard, Whitney Houston died. Boo fucking hoo!
A few months ago, my mother's uncle died. I don't know exactly what the legal relationship is, but I know that his mother is my great-grandmother. That is a relationship that can be proven by DNA.
My question is, why the fuck is this country so enraptured by the death of Whitney Fucking Houston? First of all, I grieved the death of my mother's uncle, someone I knew and loved, in five days and got back to doing what I knew made him happy (seeing me being successful at whatever it was that I wanted to do). More than seven days later, I have to deal with her "memorial service" on my television. Second, for all of you that are grieving, have you ever met Whitney Houston? Do you know her, or are you projecting upon her your image of the perfect life, just because she could do something you cannot do? I can play guitar and drums, as well as turn the most paltry computer that you what to throw in the garbage into something useful. Is my funeral going to be broadcast nationwide? Think about this, while she was busy doing all of the drugs that killed her, do you think that Whitney cared in the least about whether or not you were about to make your mortgage payment or feed your kids? Third, where the fuck were you when she was alive?
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